Amit replied in a low voice , “karib 2 years se….” “roj hatthu marta hai….” Kusum again asked. She saw that there is tears in eyes of his ...on but she again asked him. “haa maa… karib karib roj …”he added “aur koi koi deen to 2-2 baar maarna padta hai…”“bahut mazaa aata hai…lund ko hilaane mey….” Kusum asked and put her hand on his trouser just above lund. Amit remained quite. Kusum caressed lund over trousers and squeezed lund . She felt that lund is still limped. “kisko yaad kad hatthu maarta. Baat un dino ki jab school ke exams khatm ho gaye aur school ki chhuttiya chalu ho gai.Bhai sahab subah kam par chale jate aur raat ko 8pm ko wapas ate.main dinbhar unke ghar par hi rahta.tv dekhta.sota.ek din dopahr ki baat hai.main aur bhabhi dopaher ko movie dekhrahe the.bhabhi bed par thi aur main chair par tha.aur unki beti bagal mein so rahi thi.pata nahi movie dekhte dekhate bhabhi ko nind aa gai.dopahr ka samay sab taraf sunsan tha darwaja band tha hi.bhabhi nighty pahen rakhi. We were able to schedule our casino trip because it fell on a weekend where neither of us had to work.I met her at the casino lobby that day and she brought me to her room. She had already spent the night with her (Lady) best friend who left earlier in the day before I arrived. I went up to the room, dropped off my stuff, we showered and went gambling. I had a surprisingly good stroke of luck at a particular penny slot that I played for not even ten minutes before I hit $1000 and had to. ”“I am proud of you, sweetie. I guess I just miss the days when you were my happy little girl,” her mother said forlornly.Jace sighed. “Mom, I was never happy being a girl. You know that.”“I blame your father for this. All that baseball and basketball he played with you. He wanted a boy, you see, so he turned you into a tomboy,” Lorna complained.“Mom, I love you. But you need to stop looking for someone to blame. I have felt like a boy since I can remember. Some of my favorite memories growing.